Valerie is back in town for a few weeks, and we started off our time together by taking a little walk with Lumen.
Up in the hills behind my house, there are several fields which, despite my boyhood adventures to places my parents told me not to go, I’ve never been. So, me and Valerie enjoyed a bit of an expedition. I though that it would be nice to throw up some photos of our hike in the Level Green fields, as Val and Lumen both discovered the joys of milkweed.
It's done… It's over… The worst winter any of us can remember has been reduced to little dirty patches of snow and gravel on the sides of the roads.
To celebrate, Lumen and I took a much needed hike last night around the lower trails of Oak Hollow Park. The days are still short so we didn't get much time, but just being outside without a thick jacket on was liberating. I stopped to grab some random photos, nothing to earth-shattering, but I dropped them in the post anyways.
Everyone knows that I frequently refer to one of the happiest places in the world as a little farm up in the New York Amish countryside between the cities of Sherman and Panama. It’s the site of the Great Blue Heron Festival, my most celebrated event of the year. I had the pleasure of spending a weekend with the benefactors of the festival, the Steve and Julie Rockcastle.